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freddie gibbs & madlib – cataracts lyrics

[intro]
yeah, check, check, yeah, uh
chillin’ in my, uh, uh
chillin’ in my, chillin’ in my, uh
chillin’ in my, chillin’ in my, uh
chillin’ in my, chillin’ in my, uh

[chorus]
old school
chevy thang, cadillac
smokin’ on that good, good
good for my cataracts
f-ckin’ up this bad food
fast food, gettin’ fat
nine, extended clip attached
swingin’ it like a battle axe
livin’ la vida broke-a
f-ckin’ these smokers up and baggin’ crack
antonio montana dream
mama wasn’t havin’ that
n-gg-s ain’t know no better
we f-ck ’em and p-ss ’em
we was p-ssin’ rats
b-tch, you wet my ‘wood up
dry my sh-t off ‘fore you p-ss it back

[verse 1]
b-tch, p-ss it back, p-ss the act’
codeine got me p-ssin’ out
kron, mix it with cranberry
tryna see what that about
‘member we hit that lick and tied up them crips in that atlanta house
had to smoke that n-gg- that came along with us ’cause he was gon’ rat us out
seem like my actions was devil sent, i can’t sympathize
f-ck generation x, this generation genocide
your social stat make you fantasize about a homicide
to me, the god allah is the black man personified
antic-p-tin’ and k!llin’ my own in search of wealth
should he come knockin’ at the door of your home, you know, we don’t fear death
knew the lord was in the room when my daughter took her first breath
cold turkey on the dope, had to gain the knowledge of self

[pre-chorus]
in my old school
chevy thang cadillac
good, good
good for my cataracts
bad food
fast food, gettin’ fat
nine, extended clip attached
swingin’ it like a battle axe

[chorus]
i’m chillin’ in my old school
chevy thang, cadillac
smokin’ on that good, good
good for my cataracts
f-ckin’ up this bad food
fast food, gettin’ fat
nine, extended clip attached
swingin’ it like a battle axe
livin’ la vida broke-a
f-ckin’ these smokers up and baggin’ crack
antonio montana dream
mama wasn’t havin’ that
n-gg-s ain’t know no better
we f-ck ’em and p-ss ’em
we was p-ssin’ rats
b-tch, you wet my ‘wood up
dry my sh-t off ‘fore you p-ss it back

[verse 2]
wish i could put that p-ssy off in my pockets, i would leave with that
hit me after your cycle, i need that p-ssy with no strings attached
fiendin’ to get it, won’t hit it, against my religion, a n-gg- won’t bleed for that
you lucky enough to get you a n-gg- with morals, you need to take heed of that
turkey bacon, b-tch, like my toast b-ttered on both sides
chevy dipped in liquid cocaine, my casper the ghost ride
i let some people go from my company and they soul died
i know that they jumpin’ straight into h-ll, i pray that they nosedive
mama said don’t leave out the house if you ain’t got jesus with you
last supper, you might get f-cked by n-gg-s that’s eatin’ with you
side b-tch was trippin’, i f-cked but won’t spend the evening with her
my baby mama switched up her diet, i won’t go vegan with her
father, please deliver us n-gg-s, carnivorous n-gg-s
i walk amongst the dumb, deaf, and blind, and them frivolous n-gg-s
and dope, rap, and basketball punchin’ a ticket for n-gg-s
you put it in the book then i guess you done hid it from n-gg-s

[chorus]
i’m chillin’ in my old school
chevy thang, cadillac
smokin’ on that good, good
good for my cataracts
f-ckin’ up this bad food
fast food, gettin’ fat (new sh-t)

[verse 3]
mashallah, rest in peace to tha jacka
paradise, the next life, i’ll see you in the hereafter
i’m in that ebony instagram, my n-gg- was mad i ain’t smashin’
n-gg-, i don’t need you for the feature, really don’t f-ck with no rapper
i don’t got no problem with these n-gg-s wearin’ they dresses and skirts
when you pop up with an opinion and drag your name through the dirt
on the day of judgement, n-gg-s gon’ pay for they dirt
including me
couldn’t push my boat through the lake of fire ’cause my paddles was burnt
uncle was smokin’ that work
can’t come in the crib, i serve you through the gate
smell the dope off in the air
jimmy duggan, shake and bake
used to walk a dog with h
in and out, empire state
’68 chevelle, don’t need no bentley truck or f-ckin’ wraith
2014, addicted to lean, i was depressed as f-ck
duckin’ shots and wonderin’ if my own n-gg-s set me up
and if they knock me down, i wonder would one of my n-gg-s help me up?
pockets, they finger-lickin’, they honey kettle chicken, breaded up
b-tch, get your bread up, b-tch
i say my pockets, they finger-lickin’, honey kettle chicken, breaded up, b-tch

[outro]
this that new sh-t
madlib, that new sh-t
takin’ over, new kane, woo
let that sh-t ride out
you better pray twice, n-gg-

- freddie gibbs madlib lyrics

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